Charlotte was still sobbing as Mummy removed the sodden nappy and not a moment too soon. Charlotte had only wet the nappy, the other came almost immediately as she sat on the toilet. She was mortified as she was so close to doing that in a nappy and that would have been a disaster, she started crying again, Emma had noticed that tears came more quickly to Charlotte lately, must be the oestrogen having an effect. Emma donned the now familiar rubber apron to get Charlotte showered. Charlotte had begun to associate the rubber smell with Mummy's intimate touch as she was showered and towelled, also she was sometimes allowed to masturbate if she could. Being able to masturbate was not always a given, her hormone intake inhibited erections and with only a semi on ejaculation could take a while. If Mummy got bored waiting then she would call a halt with the resulting frustration for Charlotte. This morning, with the memories of what went on yesterday, Charlotte really needed a wank, she needed to cum and had to hope that Mummy was sympathetic today. Emma had already considered that point and rather than watch Charlotte bringing herself off, or not as the case may be, she pulled on a rubber glove and took Charlotte in hand herself. After a little hesitation and a lot of effort Charlotte erected, she hoped it would last until completion which sometimes it didn't. The feel and smell of rubber now became synonymous with Mummy handling her as opposed to watching. Mummy does wash her down but this is different.
It was soon Sunday and the end of Charlotte's punishment week, it had flown by too quickly for Mummy and not quickly enough for Charlotte. Charlotte was looking forward to what she now saw as normality in getting back to her maid duties and being adult. Being kept as a little girl for a week was so disorientating and frustrating, she would be extra careful not to provoke that again. She had resented someone else doing what she now considered 'her job' when hearing the vacuum cleaner or washing machine at work. Nothing had been said about adding extra days and Charlotte prayed that there were none.
Miss Emma and Mistress Erin were discussing the same thing. 'Darling' said Emma to her daughter 'I have really enjoyed this week, can we do it again?' Erin laughed 'of course Mummy but not every week, she has housework to do or like this week we will end up doing it ourselves and that's what we have a maid for'. To divert Emma's train of thought a little Erin 'said 'I want you to track down a rubber bed sheet'. Erin appeared to be deep in thought and then said 'Mummy, why don't you clear out the spare room and have it redecorated like a nursery for when you do have her again, we don't use that room for anything else', Emma brightened and agreed.
Emma sat in the lounge idly flicking through a magazine without really reading it, her mind was diverted. If there was another maid she could regress Charlotte more completely. The trouble with that is it takes a long time to get a maid to your standards if you wanted to feminise another male. That's if you can find one of course, it's not that easy, there are plenty who want to turn up and ponce about in a maid uniform and do things to provoke punishment but one of those is not what was wanted. It has to be someone who buys into the lifestyle, someone who is already effeminate looking so that she can look convincing. Perhaps another alternative was to hire a cleaning lady, Emma smiled, it would add another layer of female superiority. She wondered if Claire would be interested as she had recently left her employment at the local supermarket, she hated the job but stayed there because of the wage, it was living expenses. Claire owned her house mortgage free and didn't run a car so that was two big expenses she didn't have. It might be worth thinking about. If Erin was amenable the wage could be matched.
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Manipulation
FantasyCharles was an average man with one weakness, he could not refuse his wife Erin anything. She would lead him down a path that he could not escape.
